What Can One Grey Warden Do?

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WHO: Hercules, Jamie, Kain, Rachette, Alistair, Kaidan, Bethany, Dorian, Anders, and Nathaniel.
WHAT: The ambush and capture of Lord Livius Erimond
WHEN: Drakonis 4
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: Info on this post. Feel free to start your own mingle threads for the journey there and back. Warning for violence.

It doesn't really rain here. The skies are blue and the sun is glaring, the sands shifting only when a merciful breeze blazes through, which isn't often. It's hardest on Team D, which has no shade or shelter. The other two teams are tucked away in the shadows, impossible to see as Erimond's party enters the gorge.

They had seen the demons from afar, Nathaniel peering through a spyglass. There are eight of them, each bound to a mage, and Nathaniel has chosen to continue with the plan, though he has urged everyone not to try to fight, only to push through with the plan as-is and get out. They are all very much outnumbered, but all they need to do is take one man.

So stay hydrated and move quickly, team. Anything can happen in the next few minutes.

[OOC: I will tag into each team thread as the action reaches each team. Feel free to mingle on team threads before then and react to the action in other threads. Also, please start your own threads for travel mingling, if you want that sort of thing. This will keep everything organized for everyone's AC purposes.]

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"Couldn't be much worse off with that," Herc agrees lightly, in the age old tradition of people who've been through bad times together giving each other shit. If that's not an age old tradition by now, it should be. Seems like something Alistair'd appreciate.

"Now there's a question." Herc claims a seat next to Alistair, just in time for Max to helpfully slump against him. Bunch of bone and muscle and fat, wrapped up in a lazily persistent attitude - Herc half heartedly shoves the dog away, and how they have a nice Mabari foot warmer sprawled across their feet. Just what they wanted in a desert.

With a bit of a sigh, Herc shrugs. "Maybe 'dogs' is the answer to that one. Dogs or something about keeping the world worth saving." Yeah, all right, he's giving Alistair a bit of a stir, but it's friendly and it's not like Herc is any less scruffy.